In 1998, my sister bought Eve 6's self-titled debut album and wouldn't let me listen to it. So I did what every younger sibling did in that situation: I stole it from her room while she was out with her friends. I took it to my room and carefully placed it in my boom box, then put in a blank tape and made a copy.
And so, a fan was born. At the time, it was more rebellion that true fandom, because I had already decided that I was going to like the music. I had, after all, been forbidden from listening to it, so I knew it had to be the best music ever.
But as time went on, and my musical palette developed, a number of tapes and CDs were never touched again. In fact, a lot of them were thrown out or hidden from sight as I told friends, "No way, dude. I never listened to Good Charlotte. That's my sister's album. Slayer rules, am I right?"